Lone

by Matt Freire

It’s the difference when I stand in a crowd
People all around
My screams aren’t very loud
And I’m lonelier than ever when I’m in an open place
I’m fine
I dine
I’m disgusted with my infatuating face
I know you can’t hear me
You with all your pride
And I don’t expect you to care even if I die
So go tangle up your information
And leave me in this instigation
I’m fine alone
My life is prone
This is my novel situation
I live I know
My face might show up in a group
And the war
Open shoot
I am the one-man troop
Climbing down
The ground floods to my face
Hear the pump
The bitter drip
It’s my blood wrenching case
Sit down Lie up and toast your cup
You live the fancy life
Crawling there
I’m here
I have no beer
I must travel in the night
So I strap my bag
And clamp my belt
I’m at my journeys end
It was the same when I’m at that place
In the crowed of crowd-less friends